Kenya compresses more once-in-a-lifetime material into ten days than almost anywhere: the crossings at the Mara River, a hot-air balloon at dawn over moving herds, dinner in a private conservancy under equatorial stars. The sequencing is the craft — the Mara holds the heart of the trip, and the weeks either side of your dates decide whether you watch a crossing or a rumour of one.
We reserve the camp for the probable crossing window rather than the convenient calendar slot, keep the itinerary short on stops and long on nights in one place, and treat Nairobi as a threshold — one considered arrival night, then the bush. A first safari deserves to be the version people imagine when they say the word.